In 12 days I’m leaving the country.
This means 12 days to worry about what I’ve got to do before I go
There must be something I have to do because I’m going away for ages.
I’m talking months-worth of knickers to pack, contact lenses to order, certificates to certify if I can find them....
I’m off to America and then to Colombia to:
a) meet my future in-laws
b) work on my new book
c) spend more than a weekend with the Fiancé
My plane ticket is booked and I have a passport.
What more do I need?
When I worry, I get very sleepy.
So sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open to write a list of things I have to do.
Instead of writing a list and dealing with each point, I worry until I fall asleep.
A part of me quite fancies sleeping through to Day 12, then waking up to find my suitcase miraculously packed.
If you’ve read my book you’ll know my views on packing.
If you haven’t then I’ll tell you it’s at the top of my Dislikes list (but don’t let this free info put you off buying it).
Luckily the Fiancé is going to supervise.
If it was left to me I’d leave it until the last minute and then I’d fill my suitcase with tights.
That’s what I did when we went to Greece. I packed black tights and nothing to wear with them.
When I’m not worried I’m very excited.
This is an important trip.
I’m finally going to discover where the Fiancé comes from.
I’m going to meet the whole family.
Two years together and I haven’t met a single member!
His mum has planned some outings for just the two of us and I can’t wait to finally talk to her in person.
I’m also hoping to spend time with his Grandma and get her to teach me to cook some Colombian dishes.
Just writing this down has transformed my worry into excitement again.
I’ve finally woken up!
I could write a list now.
I might even put the washing on in preparation.
If I carry on thinking about it, I could get so excited that I start looking for a suitcase.
But let’s not get carried away.
I’m not packing.
There’s 12 days to go until I need to do that.